Balder Ex-Libris - Prichard HeskethReview of books rare and missing2017-08-18T02:56:28+02:00urn:md5:c9a6cc40b646b8184eadcdd0220bb450DotclearPrichard Hesketh - Where black rules whiteurn:md5:5a639ca90e67f179f4d27b4565e469d72013-04-04T16:56:00+01:002013-12-25T16:46:26+00:00Balder ExLibrisPrichard HeskethAmericaHaitiRacialismSlavery <p><img src="http://www.balderexlibris.com/public/img2/.Prichard_Hesketh_Vernon_Hesketh_-_Where_black_rules_white_s.jpg" alt="" /><br />
Author&nbsp;: <strong>Prichard Hesketh (Hesketh-Prichard Hesketh Vernon)</strong><br />
Title&nbsp;: <strong>Where black rules white A journey across and about Hayti</strong><br />
Year&nbsp;: 1900<br />
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FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF THE BLACK REPUBLIC. The liner was hove to, awaiting daylight. Across the leaden swell Hayti lay hazy and of a soft grey, her delicate mountain crests cut sharply out against the brightening sky. Soon the east was alive and glowing in deep orange and deeper red patched with livid green, a bar of angry colour shut in between the sea and a jagged lid of cloud. Four bells rang forward, and upon the stroke we were under way and steaming slowly past the dim dead shores. Between us and the distant heights ran a low bluff, bristling with scrub. No villages were visible, but here and there, through glasses, we could discern a brownish speck which might have been a solitary hut, but these did not break the sense of desolation. Nothing seemed alive save the dawn and a clean, sweet wind that blew graciously cool after the sweltering heats of the night. <strong>...</strong></p>